By Terry Gould
For 14K Triad professional Steven Wong, faking his personal loss of life to flee trial used to be effortless. yet evading investigative reporter Terry Gould -- impossible.
For eleven years terry Gould has tracked the guy referred to as the "paper fan" during the geared up crime circles of six international locations. This riveting, frightening, but usually hilariously humorous e-book is the tale of that seek, a daredevil trip during the seductions and terrors of Steve's world.
Steven Wong is the "paper fan," a thirty-nine-year-old Hong Kong-born mobster. Raised in New York's Chinatown, he matured into crime in Vancouver, the place he based and headed the murderous Gum Wah Gang within the overdue Nineteen Eighties and early '90s. In 1992, Wong "died" in a site visitors coincidence in a distant quarter of the Philippines sooner than he may be despatched to detention center for heroin trafficking, with ease simply after he'd taken out a million-dollar lifestyles insurance plans. His urn should still be interred in a Vancouver cemetery, yet this day, Interpol has a "Red Alert"...
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